"That's... a barrier!"
The Zangling Valley was silent as a tomb, its upper echelons and numerous disciples watched Ling Xiaoxiao, aghast at the terrifying blue barrier.
"The Zangling Valley captured my father and broke his leg—this debt, I, Feng Wuchen, will remember. One day, you will pay a terrible price!" said Feng Wuchen icily, his face expressionless.
The claw gripping Beiming Kong's neck was slowly tightening.
"Feng Wuchen, stop!" Beiming Kong's ancestor bellowed in panic and horror, his murderous aura sweeping wildly.
"He has already passed out; he won't feel the pain!" Feng Wuchen said with a wicked smile, and then he violently squeezed.
With such force, Beiming Kong's throat was mercilessly crushed by Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen actually killed Beiming Kong!
The faces of the Zangling Valley's upper echelons and Beiming's ancestor underwent a dramatic change, as they sunk into a brief disbelief.